Dispatch from the Wild Interior: November 3, 2020

2 of Cups: When two rivers meet, where does one end and the other begin? Your interior selves don’t have to be identical or fully merged to give your lion wings. Your ancestors live in the mirror whether or not you can see them peering back, spun into your marrow and blossoming ventricles. How can you invite them out of the background and into the fore? What patterns do they know and form, what codes do they hold? Something died and something survived to make each of us. The way the lotus grows from the mud we all emerged from some muck, some inglorious start, and also the stars.